Birthday

""Happy birthday, Mark!""

"It is six o'clock in the morning and today is one of my rare free days, give me 2 more hours of sleep."

""Okay""

<2 hour skip>

""Happy birthday, Mark!""

"Woah, today is my birthday?!"

"Of course, sweety, though I'm surprised that you forgot it, I've never forgotten my birthday, not even once."

"But I started to forget mine once I was a teenager as I realized their nonexistent importance to me."

"Darling, birthdays are extremely important as on your birthdays you celebrate the day you die, se much babies die when they're born."

"When you wish to improve yourself seriously, birthdays turn into just another day for you, you won't understand this since you're a woman. I say that because I have never met a woman born and raised in comfort that forgot her birthday."

"Be more emotional honey, being emotional is better than being emotionless."

"The use of emotions depends on the situation, should I cry and let emotions swallow me if I fail? No, because then I would fall into depression and shit would hit the fan."

"MOM, DAD! Today is supposed to be my birthday, right? Then why are you arguing amongst yourselves in this supposedly joyful day."

""We apologize""

"Now, let's eat breakfast, I want it warm if possible."

"We brought it here, since you've been working all year round, you should take a rest at least for today."

[I have to agree with her, take a rest, with the amount of work you've been doing, taking a rest once every 3 months will improve your progress by a lot.]

"Ok, now gimme the breakfast, I want to eat, and a lot of it too."

"Since we know about your appetite, I'm driving us all to restaurants where you can eat as much as you wish."

"Yay"

"Mark, you shouldn't over eat though"

"Yes, though why did you say 'supposedly'?"

"'Cause why not?"

"Son, words and belief can manifest into reality, weather it is consciously or not."

"We've experienced this before."

"How?"

"Your dad once wrote on a piece of paper his goal to earn 1 million per month before he gets 30 years old, he did that 5 years ago, and no he is 26. Do you think what was written came true?"

"No?"

"Yes, it did, 5 months ago."

"So we're rich?"

"Yes, we're rich, but I don't consider us rich."

"Peter, we have over 10 million in saving, we're definitely rich."

"The moment passive income can cover our expenses is the moment I'll consider us rich, right now I get profit, yes, but I need to actively work to get my money."

"Mom, dad, you either shut up or I'm going to scream and trust me, you won't like it."

"Sure, try it, do your worst."

Then I amplified my voice with magic and the result speaks for itself.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

"MARK, STOP SCREAMING!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"So will you shut up talking about topics that should be spoken about only in work days?"

"Yes, now please stop screaming, I almost felt my ears falling off."

"Sweety, I didn't know you had such a loud voice."

"Good, now let's eat breakfast"

I look at my plate and it is filled with scrambled eggs, there are some bananas, a big, flat loaf of bread and sliced ham on my side and two cups, one filled with orange juice, the other filled with warm milk.

"Mom, did you make this all yourself?"

"No, honey, dad helped, I don't even know how to make Turkish bread, that's your dad's part. He also made fresh orange juice."

"That bread is slightly sweat, so you'll enjoy it."

"That's bread?!"

"Yes, it may be hard to believe, but it is not a loaf of bread, but a full-on bread, not sliced or separated in any way before, it was a pain in the ass to make it."

"Since today is Mark's birthday, feel free to curse as much as you want, same for burping."

"Hey mom, did you know that in the Middle Ages, burping after food was considered as saying that the food was good."

"How did you know that?"

"A while back I borrowed a book from a library, turns out the book is not a chemistry-related one, but one about history, so out of interest I read it and I remember this fact, there are others, but I mostly forgot about those facts."

"Who would put a history book in the chemistry book sector?"

"Your mom"

"Good one, dad"

"This isn't funny, Peter"

"This is an inside joke, you don't have the brain cells to understand it."

"That's the right joke not in the right time, son"

"ENOUGH WITH YOUR JOKES, JUST EAT"

""Just leave the devil you alone.""

"As long as you don't joke like this near me."

'It's totally worth it seeing my mom's reactions.'

Me and dad both nodded at each other.

'It seems like he agrees to it too.'

<After breakfast>

"Now Mark, do you want to go to the pa-

"Too many kids

"Then how about the amuse-

"Too many people

"Mark, we're going to the lake, our hidden spot"

"Yes, please!"

"Peter, why is your accepted, but not mine, kids love these kinds of places."

"Remember wifey, Mark is my son, so of course he is built different."

"Dad, do you even know shame?"

"What is this, can I eat it, is it tasty, where can I find it?"

*Sigh* "Why are you picking a spot near just a normal lake?"

"MOM, it is not a normal lake, I have been hundreds of times to that place and it holds many memories which, while are almost the same, are more precious than that hell called school."

"I remember how I wished to go to school, because the moment I went home, I was forced to finish my homework asap and then work was awaiting me."

"Peter, I know that you came from a village, but you don't need to tell it so obviously."

"Yes, I'm a villager that is richer than most, now suck it."

"Mom, I have finished eating, can I unpack my gifts?"

"Sure, they're right outside your room."

The moment I leave my room, I see a mountain of gifts.

There isn't a lot of gifts, but most of them are big.

I carefully bring each one to my room.

And unpack them.